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Serenade From The Venetian Dialect.
SERENADE FROM THE VENETIAN DIALECT .
The stars from heaven are peeping , Rest , Lady , in thy bower , Night ' s holiest guards are keeping Their vigil round thy tower . Oh , softly sleep ; in fairy dreams , Of love and music blest ,
Till morning ' s sunbright golden beams Shall break thy balmy rest . AVith thee old Time shall lightly run ; Thy days be free from sorrow , Nor brighter shall the passing one , Seem than the coming morrow .
The stars from heaven are peeping ; Rest , Lady , in thy bower ; Night ' s holiest guards are keeping Their vigil round thy bower . J . F . S
The Youth And Sage.
THE YOUTH AND SAGE .
( "Something soft and sentimental for Mrs . 31 n ' s Album . ) LOQUITUR J ( JV £ NiS . " There was a time when I could sigh At woman ' s foot , and strive to win her , Swore heaven was pictured in her eye ,
And she a saint , and I a sinner . " Then would soft music ' s dying fall Melt a fond heart like mine to sadness ; AVhile the loud trumpet ' s battle call Roused my hot blood almost to madness . " I found the coyest maid would ield
y , But love possessed was ever cloying ; And the red trophies of a field , Some orphan ' s tears were still alloying . " I tried them all , and all were vain ; Glory a name , and love untrue ; Say , shall 1 risk my peace again ? For counsel , Sage , I come to you . "
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Serenade From The Venetian Dialect.
SERENADE FROM THE VENETIAN DIALECT .
The stars from heaven are peeping , Rest , Lady , in thy bower , Night ' s holiest guards are keeping Their vigil round thy tower . Oh , softly sleep ; in fairy dreams , Of love and music blest ,
Till morning ' s sunbright golden beams Shall break thy balmy rest . AVith thee old Time shall lightly run ; Thy days be free from sorrow , Nor brighter shall the passing one , Seem than the coming morrow .
The stars from heaven are peeping ; Rest , Lady , in thy bower ; Night ' s holiest guards are keeping Their vigil round thy bower . J . F . S
The Youth And Sage.
THE YOUTH AND SAGE .
( "Something soft and sentimental for Mrs . 31 n ' s Album . ) LOQUITUR J ( JV £ NiS . " There was a time when I could sigh At woman ' s foot , and strive to win her , Swore heaven was pictured in her eye ,
And she a saint , and I a sinner . " Then would soft music ' s dying fall Melt a fond heart like mine to sadness ; AVhile the loud trumpet ' s battle call Roused my hot blood almost to madness . " I found the coyest maid would ield
y , But love possessed was ever cloying ; And the red trophies of a field , Some orphan ' s tears were still alloying . " I tried them all , and all were vain ; Glory a name , and love untrue ; Say , shall 1 risk my peace again ? For counsel , Sage , I come to you . "